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It is not our place to say.

It is a word whispered in the street

And muttered under breath

Said proudly by some: as is their right

And in shame by most.

The word is ugly,

Curls rotten from the tongue

Landing ungracefully in the moment

A lifetime away from what it seeks to describe

Galaxies apart from the majestic beauty of our worldly cousins.

The heaviness of the word permeates the air

Stagnant; it festers and degrades

Waves of hatred and ignorance explode all around

Intentions mean nothing when it falls from pale lips.

Description
It is not our place to say.

It is a word whispered in the street

And muttered under breath

Said proudly by some: as is their right

And in shame by most.

The word is ugly,

Curls rotten from the tongue

Landing ungracefully in the moment

A lifetime away from what it seeks to describe

Galaxies apart from the majestic beauty of our worldly cousins.

The heaviness of the word permeates the air

Stagnant; it festers and degrades

Waves of hatred and ignorance explode all around

Intentions mean nothing when it falls from pale lips.